Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.